What kills my Black Sorry Ass is motha fuckas don't fuckin think. Cause thinkin is a stone cold trip! For real! I rememba applyin and havin a job interview for a city job that had to do with the Marion County Jail. It wasn't dealin with some fuckin convict! Fuck that! Not for what the salary was posted ta be! Motha fucka don't wanta get maimed fo life fo some funky 25 thousand and some change! Ya know? Fuck That! And fuck you too! Ya heard may!...
The point nigga! The fuckin point playa? I'm gettin ta it! Just hold your horses please? Help an elderly brotha out? Thank ya. Now, as I was sayin. Well I didn't get the job. Don't know why? Don't really give a real good fuck! But it sho is the fuck funny why the shit pops inta your sorry Black ass mind ever once in awhile! Don't it My Dear Sweet Sistas and Brothas?
All My Black sorry ass has got! Holla!...
(Peace! More to come...)
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